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by Johnny Crimson

Well we woke up in a ivory fire
and there were melting
piano keys.
And while we searched for the arsonist
you hid the matches between your knees.

crying-
this is not a structure fire
when there's no structure around,
and whoever did this,
just gets their kicks
burning apartments to the ground.

Now should I force my hands to
her mouth
so she won't inhale the smoke,
or pretend that I'm unconscious,
just pass out
and let her choke?

Maybe I'll grab her face
and scream into her skin
"I love you to the bone"
and when the flames die down
I'll turn around and get your
sister on the phone.

Whatever solution I decide
it won't matter in the flames
cause she's not real,
there is no fire in fact
I don't even know her name.




12/22/2009

Posted on 12/22/2009
Copyright © 2025 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kris Mara on 12/22/09 at 11:01 PM

amazing flow...clever content...this reads like a song. This is one of those times where I feel like I want to quote lines because I think this part or that part is just so well done, but then I'd just end up quoting the whole thing (does that make sense?)

Posted by Nanette Bellman on 12/23/09 at 05:53 AM

Who are you and what have you done with Sean?!?! This is good stuff man. I can't believe you're rhyming. Ah! But still genius. I love the quotes you're characters say .. "I love you to the bone.." Nice.

Posted by Traci Mabats on 12/24/09 at 04:45 AM

ah, wicked.

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